It had been four days since the Korabo Legion fell.
That morning.
In a secret outpost of Division Intelligence Unit Two somewhere in the Suffering Borderland.
Morster wore a silver mask and black hood, covering himself tightly without revealing any skin, not even a strand of hair appeared under the brim of his hood.
He sat behind his desk, his arms bent, his elbows resting on the chair's armrests.
His ten fingers crossed in front of him, forming a triangular peak.
"Cavado, three days ago, you submitted an investigation report to me. In the report, you said that the murderer who killed Kasha is likely an imperial traitor named Yog. It was he who controlled the undead to assassinate Kasha..."
Morster paused for two seconds:
